You lived out by a peaceful lake. That meant you always took a walk through the forest and trees, wind blowing in your hair. You didn’t go too far the first couple of years, then you decided one day to tread just a little farther along.

You came across an abandoned house. It was left wide open, broken, dusty… it was quiet, though. Your curiosity moved your legs to step into the raggedy house.

Brushing your hand along the countertops, an old piano and a chessboard, you slowly walked through the house, the smell of mildew and nature floating up into your nose. Suddenly, cutting through all the silence, you heard a thump.

Slowly, you sneak over to the direction from which it came. Outside on the back porch, you spotted a man sitting by himself. He blew a smoke into the air. He had clean black hair, dark chocolate eyes with glasses circling around them, and a nice tall stature.

You stayed behind the damaged screen door, peeking out at the man. He was extremely handsome, his hands bony and lean. His slender fingers held the cigarette between them.

He felt your presence watching him from behind, as he showed by turning to look at you. He didn’t say anything, just… stared. There was a small sparkle in his eyes as he saw a cute, shy woman in his presence.